I don’t actually live in Sydney anymore, but I still think of it as where I live. That said, I have never really appreciated it all that much, because I find any place boring if I a) have no money to spend, and b) have no one interesting to hang out with. Going somewhere pretty does nothing for me if I’m on my own… I’d generally rather be napping or watching TV in my own house. This is probably why I have travelled so little.
Anyway, today I had several hours to kill while my car was getting a scheduled service, and thought since it was such a nice day I’d go wander the legendary Sydney foreshore with the tourists. And I took a bunch of photos around the Opera House, since I don’t think I’ve ever really looked at it closely before.
It really is quite a striking building up close. Still, I would rather have been napping.
The reason I like Sydney is not the sunshine or the atmosphere; it’s mainly that it has people in it who I like… and everything else is window-dressing. As rents continue to rise to stupid levels I start to see the appeal of starting a commune in the middle of nowhere (but I also recognize the hideousness of that idea, see Sartre et al).
PS: Anyone who has read this blog for long has probably worked this out already, but in case it wasn’t abundantly clear I’m not much of a ‘going out’ person. I much prefer home. I like my bed, my bath, my stuff.